Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(170)

"No," I say firmly, his eyes widening in surprise. He's not used to  having anyone take control, let alone a woman. Slowly, he takes his  hands off of me, a grin of defiance on his face. Show me what you got,  his eyes seem to dare me. Grinning back at him, I go around his chair,  and once I'm behind him, I lean in and place both my hands on his chest.  "You've never met a woman like me, Ethan," I whisper into his ear, my  fingertips tracing the contour of his hard pecs. Christ, what is he  hiding under his shirt-marble and steel?

"What makes you think that?" he says, that defiant grin still on his face.

"Trust me," I whisper into his ear again, my fingers sliding over to the  collar of his shirt. One by one, I undo the buttons on his shirt, his  chiseled chest coming into view. Yanking on the shirt, I bare his chest  and let my fingers brush over his skin; his muscles seem like hard ropes  of manliness, and something inside of me tells me to get a better view.  "I'm not like the others."

I walk around the chair again, and stopping right in front of him, I let  my eyes wander over his naked torso. Not that I have a choice, as his  hard pectorals and chiseled abs demand all of my attention. I mean, he  has an 8-pack, for God's sake. It seems that he's part of that very  special breed of men; money and pussy simply isn't enough for them, and  they want perfection in everything they are and do. I can't wait to see  if the rest of his body matches what I'm seeing right now …

Focus, I need to focus. Taking one deep breath, I turn on my heels and  show him my back. I sway my hips gently and bring my hands up to my  shoulders; slowly, I push down the straps of my dress, and they fall  over my arms.

"Go on, I know you want to," I whisper at Ethan, looking at him over my  shoulder. As if my words were binding, he raises his hands and places  them right below my neck, his fingers grabbing at my zipper. Carefully,  he starts pulling it down my back, his knuckles brushing against my  naked skin as he goes. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his touch,  and I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath to regain my focus. I  can't fuck this up.

When he has pulled the zipper all the way down to my lower back, he  finally takes his hands off of me, and I push the drooping fabric of my  dress down to my waist. I keep on softly swaying my hips to the sensuous  tune, my back turned to him. I know how eager he must be to see me in  my bra, the curve of my breasts peering over the cups …  So I just make  him wait; I'm the one in control here, after all.

My eyes are closed, but I feel the whole room fading away around me. As  far as I'm concerned, only Ethan and I are here right now. The other  women, the casting director, the interns …  As far as I'm concerned, they  don't even exist in the same universe as Ethan and I.

I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I move, and  then I slide my hands up the side of my body. Hooking my fingers on the  clasp of my bra, I pull it free and let the straps fall down my arms.  As the cups start to droop, I throw the whole thing to the floor and  place both my hands over my breasts, squeezing gently with my fingers.  Everyone can see what I'm doing, except for Ethan, and that's exactly  how I want it. He's the one I want to tease and torture, and I'm putting  up this show for him only.

When I turn to face him, I keep my hands covering my breasts, hiding my  hard nipples from him. One by one, I peel my fingers off, and I can't  help but grin as my eyes find something bulging between his legs. It  seems that my curiosity was well founded; what he's hiding underneath  his pants seems to be at least as impressive as what he had under his  shirt …  If this wasn't work, I'd want nothing more than go down on my  knees, unbutton his pants and …  God, my mind is wandering off again.  Fuck, I have a job to do here.

"You want me, don't you?" I purr, allowing my fingers to go down my  stomach; when my fingertips meet my waistline, I move my hands to my  hips and then hook my fingers on the fabric of the dress. Moving my  hips, I pull it down and let it fall at my feet in a heap. "Cat got your  tongue?" I ask him, taking one step toward him. His eyes are wide, and  his lips slightly parted, almost as if he couldn't hide how much he  wants to fit them around my nipples. Well, I might just let him do it.

"You sure are a confident one," he tells me, slowly pronouncing each  word. I guess it must be hard for him to think straight when I'm half  naked in front of him.

"You have no idea." Wearing only my black lace thong and high heels, I  saunter over to him and turn on my heels once more. Facing away from  him, I bend over and wrap my fingers around my ankles. He has a good  view of my ass, and that's enough for him to drop down all resistance;  unable to restrain himself, he places both his hands on my ass cheeks,  squeezing them eagerly.

He's falling for it; a few more minutes and he won't remember any of the  other girls. But that doesn't leave me satisfied …  More than beating the  field, I want to leave a lasting mark on him. One that he won't forget  anytime soon.

Moving as slowly as I can, I straighten my back and go up to my feet;  then, without even bothering to look over my shoulder, I ease myself  down. As I sit on his lap, I place both my hands on his knees and start  to sway my hips from side to side. Oh, God-I have to close my eyes and  exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock pressing against me. Even though  there's still a barrier of fabric between him and I, I can already feel  something very thick and very long pulsing for me …  I have to be honest; I  don't know what would happen if we were alone right now. I don't think  I'd be able to control myself. No way; as professional as I am, a woman  can only endure so much.

As I grind against his hard cock, he places his hands on my hips and  pulls me in. I can't help but gasp as I feel his thickness nestled  between my ass cheeks; my heart is beating furiously, and I don't even  know if I'm the one seducing him right now, of if he's the one ensaring  me. As I expected, I'm doing way better than the others, but I can't  risk showing him my hand. I have to keep him interested.         

     



 

I know that I need to pull myself together, but that's almost impossible  when I'm sitting on his lap, his hard cock pulsing against me …  It  doesn't matter, I'm here to win, whether I'm focused or not.  Relinquishing control, I surrender to the whirlwind of desire raging  inside of me.

"Don't be shy," I whisper, and then grab his hands and bring them up to  my tits. Gently, he rests his fingers over my mounds and squeezes them. I  have to fight back against the urge to moan as I lay my hands on top of  his and force him to squeeze harder. All the while, I keep grinding  against him, the rhythm of my movements growing and growing into a fury.

"I don't even know what shy means," he whispers, pinching one hard  nipple between his thumb and index finger. I close my eyes for a whole  second, a subtle moan escaping from between my lips. Then, grabbing one  of his hands, I force him to slide it from my tits to my stomach, and  then further down until I feel his fingertips touching my thong. I know  he expects me to guide his hand all the way to my pussy, so I do the  opposite; moving fast, I push both his hands to the side and go up to my  feet.

"You like to tease, don't you?" he asks me, and I can see a fire behind  his eyes. If we were alone right now, he'd have me pinned against the  wall before I could even blink, and he'd just flick my thong to the side  and fuck me like that. I have to be honest, that sounds like a good  idea.

"I prefer to do other things," I say, turning to face him. Lifting one  leg up, I place the heel of my shoe right between his legs, dangerously  close to his cock. "If you know what I mean."

Never taking my eyes off of his, I let the tension build between the two  of us, and then I finally take my foot off of his chair. Then, my  eyelids drooping, I place my straight arms over his shoulders and sit on  him again, straddling him. This time I'm facing him, so I press my  forehead against his and open my eyes.

Our mouths are so close that I can feel his hard breathing. All we need  is a gentle push and we'll kiss. I almost go for it, but that's not what  I'm here for; I'm here to seduce him, to leave him wanting more, so  much more …  As much as I want to kiss him, to surrender myself into his  arms, I slap desire across the face and take back the reins.

"You have no idea what's going through my head right now," he whispers,  his eyes going straight to my lips. He wants it as much as I do, that  much I can see.

"Does it have anything to do with this hard cock of yours?" I ask him,  pressing my pussy harshly against the thick shape in his pants. It has  to be at least 12 inches long. Christ Almighty.

"It has everything to do with it," he continues, and I feel a growing  wetness between my thighs. Fuck, I'm this close to unbuttoning his  pants, pushing my thong to the side and easing myself down on his cock. I  came here to seduce, and I end up being seduced; this isn't going to be  an easy job for me to pull.